Salomon felt that he was too stupid. As early as when Mephisto's incarnation met him in the school laboratory, the old devil revealed his hostility to Marduke. He had long mentioned the "Son of Satan". At that time, the secret wizard pretended to fool him and Marduke had no intention of inquiring. He did not expect that Mephisto's little abacus plotted him and Marduke's madman. No matter who he and Marduke won and who would win, Mephisto would make sure to make a profit and could even use this to launch a war between hell and the abyss to solve the problem of inflation.

Regardless, Mephisto is the winner.

The secret mage thought about it and tried to find a chance to break through the old devil's calculations. However, Mephisto did not leave any opportunity openly. Even if He showed his flaws clearly, Salomon would think that it was just a bait for the old devil. Once he stepped into the trap, something worse would happen.

Of course others would not know about his troubles. For Americans today, the biggest trouble is undoubtedly the kidnap of the US president. The phone calls from police stations in every big city were blown up because the terrorists released the live broadcast of the US president being about to be stolen. The whole street was in chaos, and people kept promoting the doomsday theory, believing that these terrorists were divine punishments - so they were locked up.

However, not long after, they were released because the temporary prison in the police station could not accommodate so many people. Some people who really committed crimes were imprisoned in the prison. A group of idiots who really wanted to go to hell were also harmful except for annoying.

New York City Police Chief George Stacey is undoubtedly the person who has the most headache for the police station in the United States. He dares to promise that he may even be the most unlucky police chief in the United States. A few days ago, several murders occurred near an orphanage in Mount Athena, but the police only found blood and no body was found, and they did not even find the murder weapon.

Immediately afterwards, theft occurred in the archives room in the police station. All cameras were powered off at night, and no traces of the door locks were pried open. However, all the information about the murders in the archives room disappeared, and the computer hard drive was burned. The perpetrator left no clues, and no one knew how that guy did it.

But just as George Stacey started to investigate, the US president was kidnapped again. Now the whole Americans were panicked (except for the slums, they didn't care who the president was there). The police station could receive calls every few minutes. Theft was a trivial matter, and many shops were robbed by inexplicably organized marchs - human rights organizations, small churches brainwashed by religion, racist, and even small animal protection organizations (no one knows what this is about environmental protection organizations, but they seem to be protesting the terrorists' fire-burning oil barrels to pollute the environment).

Various social organizations seemed to be touched suddenly and marched on the streets, and even the police station could not stop them. In desperation, George Stacey could only arrange armed police to isolate the marchers and try to avoid conflicts between marchers from different organizations.

They can only do so much, and NYPD has no one to deal with other cases. However, things go against their wishes, and there will always be a fight between the march organizations with different opinions. Director George Stacey always has to deal with emergencies. He also has to drive out third-rate journalists who cannot obtain first-hand news of the president's kidnapping.

It has been 16 hours since the US president was kidnapped, and terrorists will send a video every once in a while. In the video, President Alice was hung in mid-air by two iron chains, and there was a huge oil barrel under his feet. When time comes, the oil barrel will be ignited and the flames will swallow everything above.

Now, there is no quiet place in the peaceful and peaceful New York City.

"This is really lively." The Secret Mage stood on the roof of a high-rise building, holding a telescope to observe the various parade organizations in the city. His free hand stretched out to the side, and a warm paper-wrapped thing was put into his hand. "Don't you take a bite, Ms. Maya Hansen?" The Secret Mage put down the telescope and took a bite of the baptized beef patty I bought from Chicago. "I have bought several of them, and the baptized beef has to taste delicious."

"No need to add a title to me." Maya Hansen frowned. "You haven't told me until now why you saved me. I'm obviously dead, but I don't even have a scar now."

"You have to understand what your future boss does, ma'am." Salomon did not give up his politeness. "My time is limited, so I can't learn all the knowledge in this world. But I especially need your virology knowledge, so I found you-don't worry, you will have a salary, but you need to change your name. After all, Maya Hansen is dead, and the military will not let go of any scapegoat."

"What do you want me to do?" Maya Hansen smiled miserably, "Do you want a desperate virus too?"

"No, it's other viruses." Salomon did not take into account Maya Hansen's irony. "I need you to help me trigger them by viruses, diseases caused by bacteria. So, there is no difference between what Kirian and I do, and I will also create a group of abilities enhancers. But these people will have a small amount of magic, and they will become my assassins, my shadow, and seek information for me, assassinate enemies for me. And what you have to do is trigger those viruses, make my assassins form immune abilities, and check their vital signs, and monitor the entire experiment - my alchemy mutation potion has side effects."

"Well, Master Magician, what is your goal?" Maya Hansen asked boldly, "Do you rule the world?"

This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content below! "I am not interested in this target now. My enemies come from the outer dimensions outside the main material plane, from cults and black magic creatures hidden in the gutter. Devils, nightmares, beasts, and all kinds of messy creatures that can threaten humans are my enemies. I am now facing a war with the devil, and I need humans."

"Sounds great, can I know more?"

"You're curious." Salomon put down his telescope and glanced at the virologist with a messy hair, "but you weren't even surprised when I opened the portal."

"I should have died long ago, I should have gone to hell. I know what I have done." Maya Hansen shook his head and said with disdain, "I thought I was dead, and what I saw was nothing more than an illusion before death."

"Then you should eat something more. It took me a lot of diamonds to save you. You always have to make sure there is no problem with your digestive system. Don't be so sad. You will be exposed to knowledge that you have never been exposed to in the past, such as alchemy."

“Can I ask a question?”

"Excuse me."

"How many people do you have in your organization?"

"Uh... I belong to the organization I belong to have many spellcasters, but you belong to an organization that I founded, facing secular society..."

"so?"

"So far...you are the only human being."

"What does this mean?"

“There is also an artificial human being, and she is responsible for managing the organization.”

"Okay." Maya Hansen smiled. "My day was really wonderful for the boss who could be resurrected from the dead, the mysterious contract and the portals that could go to all over the world."
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